he is told not to. He thinks of his brother and sister right away when anything pleases him. He took that stinging medicine with the grit of a bulldog. He is just a bully little chap, and I love him."
"Oh, good heavens!" cried Margaret, going into the house as she spoke.
SInton sat still. At last Billy, tired of the swing, came to him and leaned his slight body against the big knee.
"Am I going to sleep here?" he asked.
"Sure you are!" said Sinton.
Billy swung his feet as he laid across Wesley's knee. "Come on," said Sinton, "I must clean you up for bed."
"You have to be just awful clean here," announced Billy. "I like to be clean, you feel so good, after the hurt is over."
Sinton registered that remark, and worked with especial tenderness as he redressed the ailing places and washed the dust from Billy's feet and hands.
"Where can he sleep?" he asked Margaret.
"I'm sure I don't know," she answered.
"Oh, I can sleep ist any place," said Billy. "On the floor or anywhere. Home, I sleep on pa's coat on a storebox, and Jimmy and Belle they sleep on the storebox, too. I sleep between them, so's I don't roll off and crack my head. Ain't you got a storebox and a old coat?"
Sinton arose and opened a folding lounge. Then he brought an armload of clean horse blankets from a closet.
"These don't look like the nice white bed a little boy
